Am I Ever Gonna Grow Up?

I ran into an old acquaintance that I haven't seen in years. She's a very nice person, but boy, did she seem....old. It's not that she looked particularly wrinkled or anything, but she just seemed...matronly. In fact, it wasn't any one thing, but the overall package: the clothes, the hair, the makeup (or lack of).

It got me wondering, when does this happen? At what point do we decide to ditch the Manolo Blahniks (well, if you're Carrie Bradshaw) and opt for "sensible" shoes? When does one decide to go for the no-maintenance haircut? I'm not talking low-maintenance, but rather literally wash-n-go hair. I'm certainly no fashion plate sitting here in my jeans and t-shirt, but at what point will polyester pants become attractive to me?

Which begs the question: is she 'old' or am I 'young'? Am I destined to be one of those nutty old ladies who look so ridiculous dressing decades younger than they are? I used to chuckle at those women when I'd see them at the mall. Now I applaud their spirit. (Is this the first step?)

No Red Hat Society for me, bring on the Blue Jeans, White Tank w/ VBL Society! I'm kidding, mostly. I've spent my life trying to avoid Visible Bra Lines, so I'm not about to start now. But you get my point?

I debated this a few years ago when I got the idea that women of a certain age really have a difficult time pulling off long hair. That was before I grew mine past my shoulders, though.

When will or should my wardrobe grow up? Am I too narcissistic to become matronly? Or will I be the woman who tries too hard to look young? Who should my fashion muse be? Hmmmm....

Deep Thought of the Day:
He who laughs last...thinks slowest.